Afterglow ; Caught In Suspension
I can finally get back to blogging. At least there is a tagboard here where I can get appreciated and feedback on my work. I miss that.
New shampoo to start a new chapter in life... mm.
The sweet smell of Mango
I'm not going to sit here and reminisce on how fantastic AC Night was. It tasted more bittersweet, and I'm not talking about the lamb. It couldn't have gone more perfectly had I done it myself. It was all God's work indeed, all glory and praise and honour be unto Him.
But, at the end of the day, when the party is all over, isn't it the friends that stay behind? The friends that make the difference? The friends that go home with you, or better still, bring you home when you're not able to do so yourself?
Yet part of me which held dear some of these friends, has undergone malignant change, and is threatening to either kill me, or kill the part which it resides in. Other parts have just died of ischaemia; and interestingly, there has been some productive proliferation in other random parts. I don't quite know how to feel.
I am convincing myself that it was all worthwhile.
Now its time to move on. Yes mom, I'll study hard-er.
2 Comments:
boo. Hallo von Deutschland!
About the post-party... It sounds very very familiar.
Well I can't thank you (and Chong Wei, and Zi-Ming, and all the others) enough for organising such a great AC night, for reminding me how God brought us together into AC and carried us through it. For a night that celebrated all that it meant to us...
I just regret that one weekend was simply not enough time to catch up with everybody I wanted to :( Or even for those whom I did manage to meet, there wasn't enough time to talk about everything we wanted to talk about. So yeah, it was bittersweet in that respect, and I actually felt quite bad on the plane back to Budapest. It's a feeling similar to that I remember having after both prom nights - ACS(I) and ACJC, when you finally realise that chapters in your life have been ultimately closed and are, well, read-only.
And no, I don't know what ischaemia means. Could you please refrain from sesquipedalia?
And I *will* visit London one more time - probably in 2007!
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